#vaewolves

[moon-rising-if]

How rare is it to have a hybrid of werewolf and vampire?🤔 (I'm sorry if you have answered this before😞)

Referring to a Vaewolf? Extremely rare. It’s not something the prospective parents would want because of all the issues I’ve mentioned before. Of course, there have been rare, even rarer than a Vaewolf being born, cases of a Vaewolf managing to control both sides of themself, but it can other issues that not many have knowledge on. Due to both the lack of Vaewolves, both in general and in that specific category, and because Vaewolves being hunted due to their penchant of being… dangerous (in the nicest term).

With a bloodline like House Venture and House Elatha, you’re not going to have to deal with said issue as both Selene and Fenrir would make absolutely sure they didn’t get their wires crossed.

[indigoinka]

Queer Archangel detective shenanigans in Victorian London

OUT TODAY!

Puddles in the Pavement is a gaslamp mystery set in the same world as my main series, based on this question: What if Holmes & Watson were queer and archangels and bastards?

It's available to read on Kobo Plus.

*** What horrors lurk in the puddles in the pavement?

Archangels Uriel and Bel investigate when a distraught lady’s fiancé falls into a puddle and doesn’t come out. But he’s not the only one to be dragged into mysterious depths.

Foul games are afoot in Victorian London, where a well-demon is turned loose from his underground prison with one mission: to collect victims for the torturous games of an idle, immortal duke.

When a single victim from each hunt is returned to their home, word spreads of a deadly wolf, who speaks with the voice of God, striking a new fear into the heart of London.

Why was Lady Emilia’s fiancé taken when he has nothing in common with the other puddle-snatched men? How can Uriel and Bel get him back? And where is that awful singing coming from?

This book features a duke with terrible table manners, a Home Secretary with a questionable appendage, and an exceptionally perky butler.

[derelictdumbass]

Me bullshitting my way through this Werewolf/Lycan lore: The werewolves and lycans will have the hunger instead of the thirst but unlike the thirst it can be sated by normal food except for on a full or blood moon in which case they'll need to feed on something living and have a lot of it

[13leaguestories]

how strong would amari be if she just like— fucking snapped? can she be stopped?

No, there is no stopping that boulder. Like imagine if Amari wasn't as sweet as she was and was hot-tempered, the world would be burning. She'd be a dictator. None would cross her. There is a reason vaewolves are put down as fast as possible.

[itslookingback]

scrunkly little man and woman and beautifully neither

based on @ vaewolves' cosplay on tiktok :)

[datenightfright]

Dhampirs Don't Get Enough Recognition tbh, Have You Ever Heard Of Vaewolves? They're A Vampire And Werewolf Hybrid!

*blink blink* Excuse me while I go look these amazing creatures up. 

And no, Dhampirs don’t! I used to not like them on principle. (I fucking hate vampires, always have) But now that I’ve read more about them, I love them with all my little black heart. 

[ravenbane13]

Others: Not necessarily arguing "Jacob vs. Edward" anymore, but the "werewolf vs vampire" is still very much alive.

Me: "To be honest, I'd read a hot, steamy romance between a vampire and a werewolf rather than make them romantic rivals. I mean, fuck; don't y'all want to know where vaewolves come from?!"

[padasteph-nie]

The Fourth Wall - Masterlist

CHAPTER ONE: Soggy Apple Pie

CHAPTER TWO: Family Doesn’t End in Blood

CHAPTER THREE: Choose Your Battles

CHAPTER FOUR: Flannel Shirts for Everyone

CHAPTER FIVE: I’m No Witch

CHAPTER SIX: Hunters Don’t Swim

CHAPTER SEVEN: Blueberry Pancakes

CHAPTER EIGHT: Out Like a Light

CHAPTER NINE: A Fight within a Fight

CHAPTER TEN: Ohana Means Family

CHAPTER ELEVEN: ‘Whatcha Waitin’ for, Son?’

CHAPTER TWELVE: The Book of the Damned

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Vaewolves and Broken Glass

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: A Different Kind of ‘Slash Fiction’

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Epilogue

[alexanderkennedy]

BIOGRAPHY

Alex was born and raised in Pansaw, the middle of three children with an older sister and a younger brother.  His father was just a regular human, but Alex’s mother, Moira, was a Meta and both of his parents expected their children to take after her.  So it wasn’t surprising when their first child began to show signs of having telepathy, a gift that Moira and Clark encouraged while also seeking out another Metahuman who might help their daughter learn to harness her ability sooner rather than later.  When Alex was born, he didn’t show his power for so long that his parents assumed he had taken after Clark instead.

it was when he hit puberty that things changed.  Sunlight burned him, leaving angry welts and blisters all over his skin, and one day, complaining about cramps and a hunger that didn’t seem to leave even after he’d eaten plenty, Alex attacked his older sister and very nearly killed her.  Things only got more bizarre from there and Alex’s parents desperately reached out to whoever they could, wanting to figure out what they could do to help with Alex’s power.  It took some time before they found someone who dealt with the same thing and then Alex was sent off to live with the other Meta at the age of fourteen to learn how to manage.  It took time, but Alex was eventually confident enough to return home.  From there, his life returned to normal – or as normal as it could get.

When C.A.R.M.A. was created and things began to look like they were going to turn sour very quickly for Metahumans, Alex was quick to join up with the resistance.  It was a long and hard road, but it was worth it, especially when things eventually turned around and C.A.R.M.A. seemed to finally be cleaning up their act.  Two years ago, Alex joined C.A.R.M.A. and has since been working as a field agent, a job that he’s very proud of.

POWERS

User with this ability either is or can transform into a Vaewolf, a hybrid of a vampire and a werewolf which takes an equal amount of characteristics from each parent species. For instance, most vaewolves still need to consume blood regularly and may still be affected by the presence of a full moon.

WEAKNESSES

Can’t be in direct sunlight; initial exposure can cause burns, but being in sunlight for too long can be fatal.  Needs some form of life source, otherwise can go into a feral like state unless the need is sated.  Allergic to silver.  Forced to shift during the full moon.

PERSONALITY

Three positive and three negative traits that were used in original application.

+ Loyal + Protective + Easy going

– Withdrawn – Impatient – Sarcastic

[moon-rising-if]

Thank you for answering and I get it if you don't want to go deeper since you said is going to be talked about in the game but what problems would cause a Vaewolf? If you prefer not to answer then could I ask if werewolves eat humans? And where are humans in all this mess?

One of the main problems that can cause a Vaewolf, truly the only one that matters, is when two deities bless the same person; it’s either by mistake or by divine malevolence. To be blessed by two deities would be like having two parts of yourself constantly at war, fighting with one another to take control. It’s fine in the formative years, for the most part anyway, but once the Vaewolf matures? The blessing matures with them and it’s a lot harder to control both sides— it’s why most go feral (using a werewolf term).

Werewolves do have the capacity to eat humans, yes. However, it’s an action that’s heavily looked down upon. Especially since Astoria, the human nation, is a close ally with both Lunaria and Venturia.

[indigoinka]

PSA: A Storm of Paper Starlings is complete on Wattpad

Okay, that's it. The whole thing is in the title.

This is book 1 of a 6-book series, the one I explained the origins of in that podcast that went live last week. I totally didn't get emotional 👀

[moon-rising-if]

Thank you again! Ouch, poor Vaewolves :( Do werewolves mark or bond with their mate? can they do it with a vampire mate?

Of course!

Werewolves do bond with their mate— both in a physical sense and a ceremony sense. For the physical sense they share a mating bite— that isn’t painful— which will forever ingrain their scent within their mates (and vice versa). So, everyone would know that they’re spoken for and bonded to another. Vampire and Lycan mates aren’t that common, if they happen at all, because of all the drama between Lunaria and Venturia, but if they were (like in the case of Fallon and the MC)? Absolutely!

For the ceremony they bring their union before Fenrir to have it blessed. No one truly knows if Fenrir actually takes part in it, but it’s the thought that counts and brings the people of Lunaria peace of mind to include their deity.

[moon-rising-if]

The movie Underworld -(my fav movie) did hybrids really cool, so is it kind of like that in the world of the IF?

Possibly— I admit it’s been quite some time since I’ve seen any of those movies. A werewolf and vampire can have a child together, but the blessing from the respective deities, Fenrir for Lycans and Selene for Vampires, wouldn’t happen together; so if Fenrir blessed the baby then Selene wouldn’t, making it a werewolf, and vice versa (in essence a pure blood). Has it happened where both deities accidentally bless the same child? Yes, but it’s super rare and Vaewolves, the hybrid that’s created from such a mistake, are usually put down when they reach adulthood because of all the problems that can arise.

It’s a complicated mess at the end of the day, but it’ll be explored more in the game.

[indigoinka]

Hi! I’m finally getting around to that intro post I promised months ago, and honestly, you could be here for some time.

I’m squatting on a whole bunch of social media accounts, but this is the only place I feel safe anymore, though I do have a little reader group on the Meta-hole (🤢). I wish I could get my AuDHD head around Discord, but it feels like the old Yahoo boards mated with a speeding train, and I'm just too tired for that. 

Wherever you look, I’ll be indigoinka or Inka York there.

This is me:

About me, then:

I love tea. Would I even be British if I didn’t?

I love cake. British.

And cider. British.

Yeah, and pie.

Food. I like food.

Please rec queer TV shows to me because I don’t watch as much as I should, and sometimes I just need to refill my crusty old well.

I love supporting indie authors, and rarely read trad stuff these days unless the blurb and sample are god tier.

Feel free to ask questions and tag me in writing games, or whatever shenanigans you get up to around here.

What do I write?

I write queer books, mostly urban fantasy, and usually set in the same storyworld. I also write contemporary gay romance, sometimes with an alien twist. And I’m wide with my books, so you can find them at all the major online retailers and in library catalogues.

I write what I like to read, which sometimes includes problematic tropes, but mostly includes wholesome shit like twin stories, sibling banter, ride or die friendships, a hearty mix of fluff and angst, found families, annoying ghosts, salty supernaturals, cinnamon rolls with knives, and sentient vehicles. Oh, and goats. I love me a judgemental goat.

My favourite tropes

Well, it started as a love triangle/square/dodecahedron, but now everybody's fucking (I don't know what this trope is actually called)

Forced proximity/only one bed (or coffin, in my case)

Friends to lovers (AKA idiots who took too long to notice how perfect they are)

Grumpy/Sunshine

Secret twins

Rivals to lovers

Hurt/comfort

My storyworlds

Cascade Apocrypha (queer paranormal/urban fantasy in many subgenres from pirate adventures to cosy mysteries to paranormal romance)

Feverish (contemporary gay romance)

Dracate System (AKA Gay Space Bridgerton)

My books

My first series, Not the Same River, is urban fantasy, upper YA/crossover, set in the Cascade Apocrypha storyworld. It features angels, demons, vamps, vaewolves, goats, succubus nuns, and villains to cry over. Book five is out this month, and the final book is out in February. This is the story of my heart, and the one that spurred a thousand spin-offs that I'll never have time to write.

The first book in that series, A Storm of Paper Starlings, is complete on Wattpad and Inkitt. I was gonna put it on AO3, but it feels weird because I tore all my Potter fics down when JKR started flashing her arse at the entire world, and everything I had on there felt dirty. Anyway, I digress. I might go back. Talk me into it.

I also have two other books updating on Wattpad:

🩷 Victorian Vampire Daddy (MM historical romantic suspense/Cascade Apocrypha)

🩷 My Ex & His Boyfriend (MMM/Feverish storyworld)

My other current series, Tales from the Noctuary (Cascade Apocrypha), has two books out at the retailers:

🩷 Secrets at the Door (historical mystery/suspense with lesbian romance): fat, beekeeping lesbian vampire, queer well-demon with a bad haircut, nonbinary treasure who sometimes makes bad decisions, everybody be gay.

🩷 Puddles in the Pavement (historical mystery and outright shenanigans): queer archangel brother detectives, a perky butler, an escort of indeterminate gender with the worst singing voice in the known world, a vampire duke with terrible table manners, and a Home Secretary with an unasked for appendage (let's hope that doesn't get around).

I have two more books written for this series so far, which will likely debut in my subscription.

Getting to that...

My subscription

13 Club: After Dark is hosted at Ream Stories, the only subscription platform designed specifically for authors and readers, and it is amazing.

You just click on the book cover you want, and the app will drop you into the social e-reader right where you left off, so you can comment right there inside the story. It’s like Patreon + Wattpad + a community board + extra sauce.

Honestly, I could gush about it all week.

This is also me:

So, what’s there?

Well, first, you can follow me there (which is free, obvs) and get access to:

The Weakest Link (Not the Same River #0): features the series MC’s twin sister and the coven she grew up in.

The Cursed Bones of Sergeant Boom!: a contemporary paranormal mystery involving a ghost who gatecrashed a funeral and got followed home by a necromantified corgi (as one does).

Pride’s Treasure: a series of mini adventures with characters from all the stories above, where all the chaos is your fault, because the MC of this story is YOU!

In the paid tiers, there’s 8 weeks early access to the two stories updating on Wattpad, the whole Not the Same River series so far (book 5 is updating now, before it hits the retailers at the end of October 2023). There’s also a 13 Club exclusive story called Earth Render, which is MMMMF (but not reverse harem), again set in the Cascade Apocrypha storyworld. That one features a witch with no beginning, a raven shifter with the best taste in pets, a vampire with memory issues, a vaewolf who can’t control his wolfism, and a nephilim with a huge secret. I promise not to give the Archangel Gabriel a horse penis in this story 👀

There are also physical welcome packs for some of the tiers, and all members are rewarded with After Darkling points, which they can save up each month for sweet treats, like a personalised drabble, or a one-shot featuring their favourite character, or some mystery merch. I love my After Darklings and my little club so much.

My main WIPs at the moment are:

Earth Render serial (mentioned above)

The Dryad's Curse: Pirates of Siorai trilogy (paranormal pirate adventure with romance/Cascade Apocrypha)

Gay Space Bridgerton (space fantasy romance with interplanetary political intrigue and hapless humans/Dracate System)

Almost done... maybe

That was a whole lot of intro (mate, do I love the word shenanigans), but I’m a busy goblin, and though my days are only marginally more comfortable than my painful nights, I still feel grateful that I get to do this every day.

I’d love to chat with you here, on Wattpad,  in my FB group (same name as my sub) or over at 13 Club: After Dark. My subscription is what keeps me and my writing going, so if you’re here because you already love my stories, and you have the means, I’d love to see you over there. Your support would mean the world to me, whether it’s a follow or more. I love in-story comments more than life.

I’d love more friends on here, though. So if you’re into queer media and love reading, feel free to follow and I'll follow back.

That’s it from me. I’m finally shutting the fuck up.

Come chat with me whenever you want.

Stay safe!

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

[padasteph-nie]

The Fourth Wall

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Vaewolves and Broken Glass

Characters: Stephanie (OC), Sam Winchester, and Dean Winchester

Pairings: Sam x Stephanie (still unofficial)

Word Count: 2,433

Warnings: Reality shifts and fight scene. Character injury.

A/N: I know what you’re thinking.. when is this going to end. Soon, very soon. 

The Fourth Wall - Masterlist

Stephanie’s Point of View

     We all loaded into the car, I took it upon myself to sit in the back. I needed all the solitude I could get. Sam already had his worried look on his face, and I knew that meant he was going to be looking back on me every minute or so.

       I decided to go back over the photos first. I pulled up the picture of the house. I closed my eyes and I could see it plain as day. The tall, blue house was sitting on a corner lot. I tried to concentrate, blocking out the sound of the roaring engine in front of us. It didn’t take long before my mind sucessfully drowned out the sounds. I felt like I was there, in the picture. I walked into the back door, somehow knowing the front would be locked. I explored the place with ease, knowing each turn and where it would lead. I went up the stairs, two bedrooms, one bathroom, and a den. One room was definitely a kid’s room, and it was shared. I was beginning to think this house belonged to the people I didn’t recognize in my photo album. I went back down the stairs and into the dining room. I stood there, realizing how real this all felt. My head felt dizzy, so I shook it a little to hopefully lessen the feeling. When I set myself straight again, I noticed a family picture. It was definitely the people in the photos. Same guy; tall, blue-green eyes and a full beard. The two boys and…

      “Stephanie, hey. Hey! Are you with me?” Sam’s voice woke me out of my trance.

      Dean was staring at me through the rear-view mirror. “You just passed out. Are you okay?” His eyes went back to the road, but I could see there was deep concern in them.

      We pulled into an empty lot, covered by trees. Dean shut his headlights off. “We are here already?” I felt like only a minute or so had passed, but it had been fifteen minutes.

      Dean turned off the engine, “Stephanie, I don’t think you should come in.”

      Sam looked at him like he was insane, “Dean, we can’t leave her out here alone. This place could be crawling with vaewolves.”

      I looked at Sam, scared, but I knew Dean was right. “I’ll just stay out here and keep doing some research. I mean, let’s be honest, not one of us remembers me doing much hunting. How I’ve survived these last few hunts has got to be a miracle.”

      Sam clenched his jaw, knowing we were right. It was obvious he didn’t like the idea. “Okay, but I’m keeping my phone on ring.” He checked his phone, “we have service out here. If you even feel uncomfortable in the slightest, call me. I won’t even answer, I’ll just come straight out.”

      Dean got out and opened the trunk. I heard him rummage through it and load a gun. Silver bullets I assumed. He closed the trunk and came around to Sam, who was still sitting in the front seat, staring at me like a fragile, lost child. “She’s gonna be fine, Sam. She’s a hunter. She will call if she needs us.” Dean handed Sam a machete. 

      Sam sighed and opened his door. He reached back and pulled me to him, kissing me on the forehead. “Please be on high alert. Please?” He begged.

       I nodded and watched as he got out of the car to join Dean. They headed off into the trees. I suddenly realized how bad of an idea this was. It was late evening, and the only sound was a light breeze blowing through the trees in the dark, wooded lot.

       I needed to continue looking into all of this stuff, but I didn’t want to use my phone and draw attention to myself with the light. So instead, I cracked open the book. I observed the handwriting, cursive and, honestly, a little sloppy. I hardly ever wrote in cursive, except for when I was trying to make a journal pretty, or signing something. I’ve always hated my cursive writing. I found my marked page. It was dark, and I almost couldn’t see, but it was just light enough, and I began reading:

       Sorry I haven’t wrote in a few days, I’ve just been really down. I’m not sure why this diagnosis is affecting me so much. I always wondered if something wasn’t right, but I’m so used to being me, ya know? Do you remember back when I had just graduated, and I went and seen that psychiatrist? Probably not, I only did two counseling sessions and that was it. But the psychiatrist said I had manic depression. At the time I thought that it was a mild form of depression, because I had only heard of major depressive disorder. So, I assumed if it wasn’t major, then it was minor. Well at my last appointment, when I was diagnosed, the doctor said manic depression is what they used to call bipolar disorder. So, this isn’t the first time I’ve been diagnosed apparently.

       Anyway, I guess that doesn’t matter. It kinda sucks that we moved out here in the middle of nowhere after I found out. Don’t get me wrong, I love this tiny town, but the timing was off. I could really use a friend. I’m glad I have you, it’s a good escape from the real world. I’m actually really proud of this move. I finally got away from the hustle and bustle of being in a city where I was always expected to be directly involved with the family. My family is great, but I’m an introvert, which I’m sure you’ve figured out by now. I mean, you’re my main source of socializing. Like I said though, I love this tiny town.

       Nothing makes me happier than taking my two boys outside on a summer day here. Right outside the back door is a small deck, and in the summer, Dustin likes to cook out and we eat on our patio set and watch the boys play. He is such a good dad, and husband. I still can’t believe I snagged this tall, blue-green eyed man. His beard is a little much at times, but I like more facial hair than not. But on days like today, I try to think of all this stuff. When I’m feeling like I don’t really care about my life, I try to think of my kids. They are so cute, and so young. We just put our oldest in Pre-Kindergarten this year. I don’t want to miss anything, ya know. I’m not even thirty yet. It’s amazing we’ve already bought a house. Five years ago, I would have been shocked to know we’d have two kids and live in this adorable, tall, blue house. Once we got the windows put in, the white trim really made it look nice. And in the spring, the little tree in the front yard blooms tiny pink flowers. I’m really lucky. I shouldn’t dwell so much on having a diagnosis, it doesn’t change anything. Thanks for this, I really needed to vent and get my mind on track.

       I slowly closed the book, my mind was racing. I opened my phone and pulled up the pictures again. The man, tall with blue-green eyes and a full beard. The young boys, like I said, no older than six. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate, but I was feeling nauseous. I went to text Sam but something else happened. I looked up and I wasn’t in the Impala anymore. I looked back down at my phone. Same phone, but instead it was opened to a text conversation I was having with someone named Dustin. It hit me, Dustin wasn’t a hunter that I met randomly and just kept his number for emergencies. Dustin was the guy in this story. Those kids are his kids, and that house is his house. I looked around me, I was back in that very house. I went into the dining room to find that picture. I grabbed it off the shelf it sat on, and I glared at it, in shock. There was a woman in the photo, I didn’t see her last time. This was the woman that wrote the books. It had to be her. The only thing was, she looked eerily like… me.

       I dropped the picture, shattering it on the floor. I sat down, to prevent myself from falling. “Wake up, wake up!” I yelled to myself. I picked up my phone to call Sam, each ring making me feel more and more alone. I was hoping he’d come out to the car and get me out of this trance before it went to voicemail. He didn’t. The voicemail wasn’t even his… It was Dustin’s. “Wake up, please wake up.” I looked down at the shards of glass in front of me. I couldn’t help but think this was a way out. I needed to wake up. I picked up a large piece, and squeezed it tightly in my hand. I screamed and winced in pain, dropping the glass. When I looked down to view the piece of glass, I wasn’t looking at the carpeted dining room. All I could see were the floor boards in the Impala. “It worked.” But my mind went back to the pain, my hand was cut deeply.

        I heard my phone go off, and I looked down at it. It was a message from Dustin, 'Please, don’t do anything else. I’m leaving work now. I’ll be there soon.' My mind was lost between two worlds. I examined my surroundings, and found that the back window of the Impala was broken. I couldn’t remember how. Was it me? Did I break the window? Did something attack me?

        I decided it was better to find Sam and Dean, I’d be safer with them. I got out of the car, not even bothering to shut the door. I ran into the wooded area, and it wasn’t long before I found the nest. It was a house, and by the sounds of it, Sam and Dean were already in kill mode. I slowly approached the house, still holding pressure to my hand. I had to tend to the wound, I couldn’t walk in there fighting with my hands clasped together. I let go, watching the blood pool in my palm. I lifted my flannel to my mouth, bit down, and tore a piece of fabric off of it, and tied it tightly around my hand.

        I circled the place, until I found a branch laying on the ground. I broke off a piece after jumping on it a few times. I was armed to my best and ready to join the fight. I crept up to the door and slowly opened it. There was blood everywhere, vaewolves laying dead, their heads cut off. All except two. Sam and Dean were each on one. Approaching the closest one with its back to me, it was the one Sam was fighting. It didn’t even realize I was behind it until Dean yelled, “STEPHANIE! WATCH OUT!” I turned around to a third vaewolf, and before I could swing the branch, it slashed its claws across my arm, and I fell to the ground in pain.

        “NO!” Sam yelled, decapitating his vaewolf with one swift strike of his machete. Dean had already shot his and was after the one that had attacked me. Sam ran and slid to my side, “Hey, you okay? Let me see it.” I pulled my arm away from chest to expose the slashes across my arm. “We need to stitch these up!” he immediately got up and started to look for supplies.

        “Sam, listen.” I winced, trying to sit up.

        “No, lay down! Don’t move.” He demanded.

        “Sam, I think I figured it out.” I tried to explain over his mindless rummaging.

        “We don’t have time for this right now, Stephanie.” He walked back over to me, “We have to go back to the car, there are first aid supplies in there.” He lifted me up and pushed my arm against my chest. “Try to keep your arm there, it will slow the bleeding.”

        “Sam, the book. The pictures, there is a link. The house is her house. The man is her husband, and the kids are her kids.

        Sam kept leading me out the door and through the trees. “That’s impossible, how would you have real pictures of fictional characters?” He asked, not really putting thought into it.

        “I don’t think they are fictional.” I waited for a response.

        Sam stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me. “Where is the book?” He put his hands on my shoulders. Before I could answer he yelled at me, “WHERE IS THE BOOK, STEPHANIE?”

        “Calm down! It’s in the car.” I replied. Sam took off running, and I followed as best as I could with my arm against my chest. “What’s going on? Why do you need the book?” Sam ignored the smashed window and the fact that the door was left open. He reached in, grabbed the book and walked around to the back of the car. He flung open the trunk, and opened the book, laying it flat in front of him. “What are you doing? Sam, I need to you to help me with my arm.”

         Sam continued to ignore me and pulled out the box of our fake I.D.s and badges. He grabbed them out, a handful at a time, until he found one of mine. He laid it out next to the book. “That’s it!” He yelled. “Stephanie, what is the main character’s name in your book?”

          I walked over to look closer at what he had found. I tried to remember, but I couldn’t recall her name. “I’m not sure. I don’t think she ever says.”

          “I didn’t think so. She wouldn’t need to.” Sam pulled me against him and brought the badge to my view. “Look at your signature.” I looked at it, still missing what he was getting at. He reached down and grabbed the book, “look at the handwriting, Stephanie. That is your handwriting.”

          I compared them closely and gasped. Just then, we heard footsteps coming from the trees. “Please tell me that is Dean,” I whispered. I turned to look at Sam and he was gone. It was like he dissipated on the spot. “Sam?” I walked around the car and hid behind the open door.

         “Stephanie?” A voice called, “Oh my God, no. Please, Stephanie!” Before I could see who it was, I fell faint to the ground, broken glass shattering into smaller pieces beneath me.

@dstrehlo

@vampirebunni

@lefthologramdeer

@fluffy-metal-kitten